#gabriel is a bad dad

[miraculously-quality-content]

What if Gabriel couldn't control Gimmi?

Idea that's been rattling in my head since the finale of season 5

"Tikki, Plagg, unite!"

He had done it! He had finally gotten both miraculous! Now, he could make his wish a reality!

As Gabriel thought this, Plagg and Tikki merged into one, forming the true form of Gimmi.

The massive purple kwami stared down at him, then spoke.

"We are Gimmi, the kwami of reality. What is it you require of us?"

Gabriel smirked. "I want my greatest desire to be granted." Gabriel bowed slightly. "With the cost of my life."

Next thing Gabriel knew, he felt extreme pain in his head. Worse than the effects of the Cataclysm.

"We decide the price of the wish, mortal!" Gimmi yelled, seemingly from all around him.

After catching his breath, Gabriel spoke.

"I summoned you! I control you!" Gabriel glared at Gimmi.

Gimmi gave an unimpressed stare back.

"You use our power, yes. But holding our miraculi does NOT give you the ability to say how they work." Gimmi rose so they were not eye level anymore. "The universe requires a balance. So, the price is something of equal value from you."

Gabriel glared at the Kwami. "The grimore-"

"The grimore says a kwami is summoned with a miraculous. And yet, we require 2 miraculi. So, clearly, we are the exception."

Gabriel wanted to say something, but he started going into a coughing fit.

"You may want to stop arguing, as you do not have much time left."

Gabriel pulled his hand back to see that Gimmi was right. It wouldn't be long before the Cataclysm took his life.

"Fine, what is the price for my wish?"

Gimmi raised a nonexistent eyebrow. "Be more specific, everyone has many desires."

Gabriel growled. "My greatest desire, of course!"

Gimmi tilted his head. "Which one? The real one, or the one you claim?"

Gabriel's confusion was visible. "What?"

"Your desire to win in all things, that is your truest desire."

"What? No! That's not-!"

"Lie all you want." Gimmi interrupted Gabriel's response. "But that is your greatest desire. It can be seen in your actions." Gimmi leaned down and got in Gabriel's face, causing him to step back.

"That is why you sent your son away for being unruly. That is why you didn't save Emilie when you had the Rabbit miraculous. That is why you get pleasure in defeating a child." Gimmi used one of their many hands to gesture to Marinette, who has been watching this all happen, while still frozen from Venom.

Gimmi then turned back to Gabriel. "So again, claim all you want that your greastest wish is for Emilie's return, but you and I know the truth."

Gabriel, throughout Gimmi's examination of his character, was silent. Then did his best to look imposing. The way he did when ever someone challenged him.

"Fine, but seeing as how I was able to summon you, I think we can agee I've already achieved that dream. So, another wish is in order."

Gimmi rose back to their full height.

"I wish for Emilie's return."

"We cannot do that for you."

Gabriel physically recoiled. "What!?!" Gabriel scowled at Gimmi. "Is this some kind of rebellion? Because-!"

"We are not rebelling. The problem with that wish, is you."

Gabriel, still furious. "Explain. Now."

"Even when we ignore the fact that the Emilie you think you know and the real person are different, you still do not have anything that would be equivalent."

"Of course I do! A life for a life! I offer my own for hers!"

"Those are not equivalent." Gimmi pointed at Gabriel. "The life must equal in your eyes. An eye for eye, a loved one for a loved one."

Gabriel sputtered as Gimmi rose again. "No loved ones? I have a son!"

Gimmi stared down at Gabriel with thinly veiled contempt. "The fact that you are even considering sacrificing him shows you do not love him the way you love Emilie."

Gabriel, unbothered by Gimmi's accusation, defends himself. "He's a sentimonster. Now that the Peacock is fixed, we can just make another. I'm sure Felix would agree to do so."

Gimmi closes all their eyes as they shake their head. "Do you hear yourself? How can you claim to love your son, when this is how you talk about him? Like he's a thing to throw him away when your whims desire?"

"We're a family! We-"

"We require the bond to be present. And that bond does not exist for you. Nor does anyone feel that way for you, for the matter."

Gabriel gave a bewildered look. "No one feels... again, I have a son, Adrien. He loves me. I'm his father."

Gimmi gave Gabriel a withering look. "There was a point when Adrien loved you. But in your haste to make sure you always win, even against your son, you snuffed out any and all affection he had for you."

Gimmi looks off into the distance. "Maybe in another life, one where you loved your son like you claim to, HE could have made the wish." Gimmi turns back to Gabriel. "And do what you originally intended when you summoned me. Sacrifice you to bring her back."

As Gimmi laid out the consequences of Gabriel's actions, he seethed. "Stop this stalling!"

Gabriel went into another coughing fit as Gimmi gave him a pitying look.

When stopped coughing, Gabriel continued. "There has to be for-"

"There is no way for to bring Emilie back for you"

Gimmi leaned their cheek on the back of their hand. "Nor can I give you eternal victory, as the only way to do so would be to grant your other desire."

Gabriel snarled, with a trail of ash going his face. "Then heal me of this!"

He gestured to the part of his body that was Cataclysmed.

Gimmi shook their head. "The price would either to give you an equally bad condition-"

"I want to be healed! Not obtain a new condition!"

"-or to give it to someone else you care for." Gimmi continued without pausing when Gabriel tried to interrupt them.

"But as we established, you have no one you care for. So again, we cannot do that either."

Gimmi stared down at Gabriel, as he finally realized what they were saying. "You can't mean..." Gabriel, for the first time in a long time, was feeling dread.

"Yes Gabriel," Gimmi leaned over him, "you have nothing to lose, and as such, nothing to gain."

[guardian-angle22]

S2E8 -> S4E4

[burnt-toast2]

Wow that’s like a whole…2 times? Damn, amazing

Also who gave him a statue made of alliance rings, that’s like the equivalent of stealing everyone’s iPhones and building a statue of Steve Jobs out of them

[eraserheadadult]

that scene in the arc where xena is pregnant & ares asks who the father is and xena just says gabrielle with no hesitation and they wink at each other. they were, and i cannot emphasize this enough, so insane for this

[gale-gentlepenguin]

I would be very interested in seeing more of your bad man, good dad au. Would probably give him a better cover

-The way I see it is like this

-Gabriel still is processing from losing Emilie and he knows that the villain method MIGHT not work. So he will not get adrien involved. He will not say or do anything to involve him. That's what he promised himself.

-When Adrien snuck out to try and go to school the first time, Gabriel talked to him and said no. (Mainly because he didnt want his son going out when he was about to go all villain)

-This gabriel actually talks to his son, and shares meals with him at the start of the series. They actually talk.

-So Bubbler is different. Gabriel realizes his mistake about the birthday thing and allows Adrien to have one, after. The episode ends with everyone having a party at adrien's house. Nino even admitting Adrien's dad isnt so bad. (Though he is hehehe)

-Gabriel will check in on his son, and naturally starts to suspect something it up. He HOPES secretly his son isnt chat noir, even if it would make his job easier, because he doesnt want to involve adrien or use him for this.

-In Chat blanc, there is a whole scene where Gabriel processes that Adrien is chat noir and almost thinks of giving up. But realizes that this might be his best chance. So the method that occurs is not Hawkmoth beating the s*** out of his son. Its him trying to convince him earnestly. Using the emotions and the fact they can fix the family as a tool.

-This causes chat blanc to be split and the explosion that occurs. Making it all the more depressing.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Gabriel: Happy Birthday Pa! This is my gift from for you. A list of your acomplischments as a father.

Mr. Hart: ... This is a blank shet of paper...

Gabriel: Exacly. :-)

GAHAHAHAGHEDSGFAD

[grace-nakimura]

I love your interpretation of the pregnancy easter egg in the third game files, but how do you think the reveal will go down if there's a fourth game?

one, the kid will probably be a boy; the lore strongly pushes ritter males only being schattenjagers. it could be a year or two time jump, or even a time jump to the present day. i'm thinking something like indiana jones and the crystal skull reveal, tbh, with either gabriel and grace ending up as friends or in a romantic relationship. also, like jane said, scottish witches.

out of all fictional dads, even those who don't know they are dads, gabriel knight has girl dad energy. and even while i ship grace and gabriel, gabriel and friedrich, friedrich and grace and gabriel, gabriel and malia, etc - i think it would be kinda cool for the last game to not focus too much on a love interest and something more familial or platonic, bc that's just as important.

[mikeluciraphgabe]

Chuck: I love all my children equally.

[later]

Chuck: I don’t care for Michael.

[fluffyposting]

No amount of therapy is going to fix the psychic damage Adrien is going to take when he finds out Gabriel is Monarch.

[winter-literature]

Le Chat Et Le Serpent - Chapter 50

The Mirage Known as Fashion Week

“You do this for all your employees, Mr. Agreste?” Luka’s dry tone was particularly nasally.

Adrien held Luka’s fingers flat against his palm. Jolts of electricity surged through both of them, their cheeks simultaneously reddening. Both pretended not to notice.

Disclaimer:

Please note that the entirety of this story is a ****TRIGGER WARNING***** - mentions of child abuse, graphic violence, alcohol use, mental health, suicide, suicidal ideation, self-harm - basically a constant blow of pain towards the characters - as well as some "steamy" moments.

Chapter Summary:

Before Luka leaves to search for answers, he must fulfil his contractual obligation of fashion week. Putting on a fake smile is a lot harder when the love of your life is within feet of you and you can't touch them, you can't hug away their pain...

The buzz of people blurred past Luka's vision. Slight nods of assent or the restringing of an instrument blended into the mirage known as Fashion Week.

"Doesn't she, Luka?" Rose's eyes vibrated as she waited for him to answer. Luka hadn't realised she'd been speaking.

"Huh?" Luka half sparked to consciousness, not fully aware that he was in the process of working on the strings of a dress.

"Doesn't Juleka look gorgeous?" Rose nosed in closer to Luka's face, trying to analyse his emotional state.

"Oh, uh, of course." Luka agreed, knowing no matter what his sister would be draped with pride and beauty.

"Is he awake now?" Juleka chuckled, shaking the strings in Luka's fingers as she did.

Sighing, Luka continued his work. He didn't know how he missed the fact that he was working on Juleka's dress.

"We might have woke him up too soon." Rose whispered. After years, Rose had still not learned that whispering was ineffectual around Luka. His ear was too trained from living with Juleka to not understand hushed voices.

Adrien was making one of his routine visits, ensuring everything was in order. From a standing position, he was pushing his palms against the table, reviewing a document with Marinette. His perfectly golden hair had grown out, the sides were shaven, but the hair on the top was spun into a bun that slightly bounced as he spoke.

The violin string snapped as Luka saw what Rose was talking about. Jade eyes shot in his direction, reacting to the sharp noise.

Luka grimaced under the gaze of Adrien, well aware of the light red mark on his face from the pressure of the string.

"You alright, Luka?" Adrien politely inquired.

"Fine!" Luka dug in the pocket of his bag for his arsenal of back-up strings, hoping Adrien's glance would drop by the time he pulled out an a-string.

The serious watch continued as Luka's fingers trembled while spinning the peg. He realised he should have taken out the broken string first. His shakes increased as Adrien left his post, stepping towards them.

"Take five, Couffaine." Adrien ordered as he took over the removal of the snapped string from the violin.

Clenching his jaw, Luka passed the string to Rose before storming out.

"Fashion week is crazy!" Adrien beamed as he put his hands in the air, still riding off the high of his second Paris fashion week.

"Oh yeah? It can't be any crazier than an Akuma battle." Luka brushed his lips against Adrien's neck.

"You would be surprised. At least you have an idea of what to expect in an attack. Plus, any mistakes you make are fixed by magical insects." Adrien giggled at the comparison. "Everything is so intense! Time goes by so fast and it feels like people never stop yelling. The first Fashion Week I headed after my father, I thought I was going to die."

"Mmm... we can't have that, now can we?" Luka pulled Adrien in closer, adoring the light twinkling in his eyes. Most of the business bored Adrien, but the hectic moments of bustle seemed to energise him.

"I'm so happy you're going to be there for the next one. It will be way better with you there." Adrien kissed the tip of Luka's nose. 

"I can't wait." Luka ran his fingers through Adrien's hair as the sweet taste of euphoria caressed his tongue.

Luka stormed out the propped door to join the other disgruntled staff inhaling the brisk autumn air with a crisp backing of nicotine. Shoving the soft filter in his mouth, he watched the flame suck into the tip of his smoke.

"My boy! When did you pick up this nasty habit?" A familiar voice beckoned to Luka across the smoke pit.

Of course you're here. Why did I not assume that you would be added on to the crap pile I already have to deal with?

Pulling the smoke out of his mouth, he rested his hand on his jeans. "Seemed like a better vice than opioids."

Their relationship had been getting progressively better, but today was not the day to test Luka's luck.

"Ouch," Jagged Stone held his hand that carried his smoke over his heart as he walked to Luka. "I've been clean for years now, Luka. Trust me, this," Jagged waved his smoke, "is nearly just as bad. You're too young to throw your life away."

Snarling, Luka spit towards the ground. "Little late for advice, don't you think?"

Jagged's shoulders relaxed as he reevaluated his approach. "Luka, your mum and I are really worried about you. She says you've taken the break-up really badly."

Taking another drag, Luka shook his head. "Don't voice my shit here. It's no one's business," he inhaled again, "not even yours."

Defeated, Jagged nodded his head. "I get it, Kid. Just know that I'm here for you if you need. Oh- by the way, I love the new do!"

Jagged held his middle and index fingers on both hands together as he motioned towards Luka's hair. He was still sporting a similar hairstyle to their last night in front of the mirror, the night where Adrien stood iced on the dock of The Liberty. Maybe it was his form of the classic break-up chop, or the fact that it was time for a change. He didn't think the shag worked the same without shots of colour. Now, the sides had a fade shaved into them, the hair on the top of his head was longer and pushed back. The look was maintained partially by gel and partially by a nervous smoothing back of his hair in a constant need to control something. There were always some hairs that would jet forward, but he wouldn't feel like himself if there wasn't at least some disarray. Though seemingly contradictory, it was a form of controlled chaos.

Finishing up his smoke, he returned to the mad house.

"Take five, Couffaine." The words felt cold as they left Adrien's lips, but it was how he would approach any other employee that was clearly on edge.

"You know how to string one of these?" Juleka mocked as Adrien pushed the edge of the string through the peg.

"Juleka," Adrien once again leaned towards a formal dialect, "I've spent almost every day for nearly the past three years with your brother. Do you really think I wouldn't have learned to string a violin by now?"

He wove the string with a steady hand and expert capability, silencing Juleka's teasing.

Not wanting to make his model uncomfortable, Adrien continued speaking. "You're leaving for another international shoot soon, right? Are you excited?"

"I'm scared to leave Luka." Juleka admitted, her brother was making a rapid downward spiral.

"Yeah, but he's going to be going on tour, so there's not much you could do anyway. I wouldn't worry too much, things are looking up in his life." He tightened the peg, finishing the task. "Plus, I heard he finally shed off his drama queen of a boyfriend."

Juleka chuckled, effectively soothed by Adrien's self-deprecating humour. "Yeah, I don't know how Luka could handle such extensive hair care seminars!"

"Hey, obviously it worked! He's going to have to be batting away all the men and women now that he's looking so sharp." Adrien briefly smiled at his own comment.

"I think he needs a slut phase." Juleka stated confidently.

Adrien was scanning her dress for any imperfections as he responded. "Ew, too far Jules, too far."

Rose smiled sheepishly at their back and forth, it was comforting to see their friendship shining through the post-break-up tension.

Adrien repositioned a few strands of hair before resting his hands on both of Juleka's arms. "You're good to go! See you in half."

"Adrien?" Marinette called. "Can you grab me a coffee?"

Confused as Adrien stepped away, Rose peeked towards Marinette. "Don't you guys have people specifically for that?"

"Yeah, but I like it better when Adrien gets it." Marinette nonchalantly replied as she called the next model in.

"Oh, I would have gotten you a coffee too if I knew you needed one." Luka furrowed his brow at Adrien standing in line.

"Next!" The clerk called.

"May I have a large chai tea latte with coconut milk, please?" Adrien ordered before turning his attention to Luka. "It's fine, I wasn't expecting to grab one."

"That's not your regular order." Luka chose to drop the second half of his line, 'you would normally say it has way too much sugar and not enough caffeine.'

"Yeah, I already have one going. This one's for Marinette." Adrien tapped his card before walking to stand by Luka.

The lid popped off Luka's drink, sending nearly an ounce of hot liquid down his fingers. "Ow - fuck!" He rushed to the counter to pull out napkins. As he tried to wipe himself and the cup, Adrien was tilting over the counter's edge.

Why does she have to do this shit? Luka screamed internally. This whole fucking show she keeps demeaning him with trivial requests. 'Adrien, take this to the garbage', 'Adrien, get me some 4-ply toilet paper', 'Adrien, can you bend over so I can show off the seams on your butt'. How is no one else calling her out on this shit? It's not a good look to have the CEO fucking bending over for a cackle of ogling models.

His infuriated line of thought was broken by Adrien's touch. Wordlessly, he took the paper towel wetted with cold water against Luka's skin.

"It's okay, I like taking care of you." Luka reassured his Prettyboy while he ran a damp towel over his face.

Adrien groaned. "I feel like a damn damsel in distress when you dote on me like this."

"You'll always be my damsel in distress," Luka teased. "Plus, you have a weird way of always missing some. You'd think after this long you'd know how to wash your face."

Giant emerald eyes glared at him in feigned irritation.

"Like I said," Luka smirked at Adrien's childish grimace, "I love taking care of you."

Adrien's face blushed as he got lost in Luka's smile. 

"You do this for all your employees, Mr. Agreste?" Luka's dry tone was particularly nasally.

Adrien held Luka's fingers flat against his palm. Jolts of electricity surged through both of them, their cheeks simultaneously reddening. Both pretended not to notice.

"It doesn't look like you suffered any significant burns. Your skin might be a bit sensitive, but nothing requiring additional attention." Adrien lowered his hand, signalling Luka to hold the weight of his own fingers. "It's a good thing your drinks are overflowing with sugar or it might have been worse."

"Large chai latte with coconut milk!" The barista set the cup on the counter.

Lifting the cup to Luka, Adrien bid adieu. "I'll see you back in there, Couffaine."

Luka swore he used his last name on purpose. Twisting the knife already lodged in his stomach.

When Luka reentered their area, Adrien was in the process of finishing an imitation of Chat's moonwalk.

Well, this can't be anything good. Luka controlled the urge to squeeze his cup, not wanting to invite the same fate as two minutes ago.

"That was so good, Adrien!" Marinette clapped.

"Whatever brings the mood up, right?" Adrien beamed. "All I have left to check is the piano piece, are you okay to confirm that one, Marinette?"

"Absolutely!" Marinette hopped up, genuinely thrilled.

As Adrien walked towards the door, his face dropped. Luka watched as Adrien's jaw clenched and his eyes grew jaded. He paced by Luka with such speed it lifted the stray hairs off Luka's forehead.

Setting down his coffee, Luka looked towards Marinette, who was happily humming as she verified each hem. He scanned to see if there would be anything instrumental that required his attention. Deciding he should be clear, he spun to follow Adrien. He could tell when the man was attempting to manage a panic attack.

Dropping his head to the ground, Luka checked to see if there were any other feet besides Adrien's in the stalls. Confident that they were the only two in there, he dead bolted the door behind him.

"Who's there?" Adrien's back straightened, still with one hand on the toilet bowl. He heard the locking of the door and was understandably on edge.

"Thought you might want the extra privacy." Luka leaned against the blue painted stall.

Adrien scoffed as he rested his head on his forearm. He wanted to sound strong, to seem resilient. This was extremely hard to convey when struggling to breath and crying non-stop between spouts of puking. "Thought you would give me privacy by locking yourself in with me, because that makes sense."

"I know you don't want anyone seeing you like this." Luka flatly responded, nuzzling his head against the door.

"How did you know I w-was-," Adrien's breath hitched, devolving into sobs.

Adrien was gasping and twitching as a nightmare overcame him. Luka tried to calmly talk him through it, to let him know that he was there.

Luka felt helpless as Adrien ran to the bathroom. Part of Luka wanted to believe it was only this bad because of Gabriel's memorial that day, but Plagg's expertise in care demonstrated otherwise.

Adrien didn't want Luka seeing him like this, he didn't want Luka to know how broken he was. But Luka was there to stay.

Luka's palm was lifted by the seizing of Adrien's back, but his touch seemed to provide soothing relief. He kept rubbing his back and whispering that he was there.

Adrien used the back of his hand to wipe the bile from his lips. He rested his face on his forearm against the toilet seat, wanting to fade away completely.

Instead of fading away, warm hands circled his waist. The pain melted as Adrien allowed himself to fall back into Luka's hold. Tears still trickled, but the intense emotion had changed. As Luka rested his nose in Adrien's hair, Adrien stopped caring about his sweat, his clammy skin, or his drooping posture.

Plagg welcomed Luka to 'la maison Agreste' as he dropped off a bottle of water.

As Adrien gulped the water, Luka ran his nose in the crook of Adrien's neck. He could feel Adrien's pulse stabilising.

He wanted to say it then, he was ready for it, but he knew the moment wasn't right. But he was certain, he loved Adrien.

Setting the bottle down beside him, Adrien backed further into the blue haired man behind him. Even the man's breath was calming. It made his existence tangible. 

Adrien had no idea what he had done to deserve this man, but he thanked the universe for bringing them together. He brought his hand up to push Luka's face harder into his temple. 'This,' he thought to himself, 'must be what love feels like.'

"I've known you for a long time, Adrien. I can tell when you're trying to subdue a panic attack." Luka's hand pressed against the stall door.

"I- I don't understand what's happening." Adrien's sobs fell harder, encouraging another fit of vomit.

"You've got this, Adrien. You've been to hell and back. This is nothing but a hiccup." Luka tried to reassure him.

"No! This is hell!" Adrien's back arched as he pushed his forehead into his arm, desperately wanting his torture to stop.

"Adrien~," Luka elongated his name.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE, LUKA?" Adrien shouted in fury.

"I... I just wanted to help." Luka bit his trembling lip.

"Don't lie to me." Adrien allowed his body to limp around the porcelain. "You made it pretty clear you have no interest in me anymore."

Luka's palm against the door turned to a fist as tears fell against his restraint.

Thumbing his own tears, Adrien fired one last shot. "I'm sure Zoe, or whoever else you're fancying nowadays, needs your attention more than I do."

Not wanting to leave, Luka counted down from ten. Once he reached one, he would force himself to leave.

Trembling, Adrien listened to each of Luka's receding steps.

-

I'm caught in a hurricane I'm leaving here dead or alive And I know that I'd be willing to feel the pain If it got me to the other side 'Cause it only hurts, hurricane Yeah, I can feel it hurt, hurricane

Hurricane by Theory of a Dead Man

Author's Notes:

Going back through this story has been a journey of itself. I think this is my favourite chapter in this entire series. Trying to get better, but everything is getting worse.

Originally this was wrote with "Hate Me" by Blue October in mind - but it just didn't end up being the right quote, and it broke my heart 😭

Here's a line for you anyway, "An ounce of peace is all I want for you; will you never call again?"

The only flashback that is a direct retelling of a scene from the story is the last one. The first time that Luka sees Adrien's bad panic attacks in action. The one where Plagg thinks this kid's not half bad.

Disclaimer * The characters and original plot were written and created by Thomas Astruc. This writing is merely an interpretation in a sad gay type of way.

[tacocat2272]

Idk why this was stuck in my head, but it was

[luna-nigthshade-wood]

What they don´t know, will hurt them

Summary: Dean Winchesters attempts suicide on a dirty motel bathtub, ending brain dead on a hospital. A trickster promises John and Sam that he will save him for “free”, as long as they both get through watching a series of Dean´s memories, good and bad. The twist is that they will feel everything Dean did at the time and they can stop it at any time, but then Dean will die. They both accept thinking it cant be that bad. Spoiler: it is worse.  

TW: Suicide attempt

Chapter 23

After the scene finishes, Sam falls to the floor, hunching into himself, empirically he knew that Dean has been suicidal since before his family even noticed (or cared), hell, in the memories he has seen Dean cutting himself, but nothing prepared him to see Dean slicing his wrists open. Sam starts crying as the reality of the situation comes crashing down on him, because even though he knows Dean survived, he cant help but wonder what would have happened if he hadn’t, if just a couple of days after he had turned down Dean at Stanford he had gotten a call to let him know his brother was dead after killing himself. The guilt after the fact would have eaten him alive, hell, the guilt is eating him alive right now. He starts shivering and crying, because at the end that is the only thing he can do now.

 John clutches his heart and for a minute he is afraid he is having a heart attack, not that he thinks the Trickster would let him die without seeing everything that has taken them to this moment. He starts hyperventilating by just thinking about what he saw Dean do. How could he have messed up so badly? His son tried to kill himself years ago and not only he didn’t know, but Dean didn’t even think to call him before. John´s mind runs miles per hour thinking how that scenario would have played by, Singer calling him after the fact, screaming his ears out, finding out Dean was dead by his own hand, and it is too much, he cant even begin to… He cant think like that, not now and not ever.

A wounded noise distracts him as he sees Sam sobbing on the floor, he stands up and helps his son to his feet, hugging him, and if he starts crying, well, he wasn’t denying it.

 After what seem like hours, both Winchesters finally calm themselves enough to go back to their seats, in time to see the screen lights up as the Trickster appears on the screen:

-The next couple of scenes are going to be from the point of view of Tessa, you know her, the Reaper, just in case you haven’t noticed how close it was. You will probably notice when the memories returned to be from Dean´s view. So lets begin- he says before disappearing as a new scene begins.

 The screen turns black as a phone call is hear, once of the callers having a familiar voice:

-911, what is your emergency?

-I need an ambulance at the Halfway motel in Sioux Falls- Bobby´s shaky voice can be heard through a speaker

-Of course, sir, are you or somebody else injured?

-I think… I think my so… my nephew is going to try to kill himself- Bobby says

-Why do you think that, sir?

-Because he just call me to tell me that- Bobby snaps

-Alright, sir, calm down, an ambulance is already in the way. What is your name?

-Bobby Singer

-And the one of your nephew?

-Dean Winchester

-Alright, and have your nephew ever tried anything like this before?

-I don’t know- Bobby confesses as the voices fade out

 The screen doesn’t let the Winchesters rest as it starts to show the next memory, this time showing the paramedics breaking into the motel room, rushing as they get into the bathroom taking in the horrifying scene.

John feels bile climbing through his throat as he takes in the scene in front of him. He thought he had seen the more terrible scenes the world had to offer, but as the memories keep progressing he realizes that he hadn’t even seen the tip of the iceberg. The scene will haunt him for the rest of his life, as he watches the paramedics take Dean´s limp body out of the bloody water and start CPR, that they might as well be doing to a mannequin for all the life Dean has at the moment.

Sam almost passes out watching the screen, before today he would have never called himself queasy, a few days ago he would have prided himself of having a strong stomach, there none of that now as he takes in the bloody bathtub, he wonders if they were able to clean it up after the fact, he wonders if he will ever be able to clean his bloody hands after this, he ponders if he would ever be able to erase the image of a bloody Dean of his head.

 The scene shifts once again, this time showing the paramedics entering an ER with Dean in a stretcher as the doctors start trying to help.

-What do we have?- the doctor asks the paramedics as they come to a stop

-22-year-old male, name is Dean Winchester, his uncle called 911 after he called him to say goodbye, we found him inside a bathtub with both his wrists cut open

-Shit, okay, I am going to need 2 bags of O- -the doctor tells the nurse- and a suture kit

-There is something more you should know doc- the paramedic says- we found multiple self-harm lacerations on his thighs, upper arms and stomach, he is also severely underweight

-Poor kid- the doctor says before the monitors start to beep

-BP is crashing- a nurse says

-Crap, someone, bring me a crash car, now- the doctor says as he starts doing CPR on Dean´s chest- C´mon kid, you still have a life in front of you- he yells as the screen fades

 The scene shifts and this time it shows a worried Bobby sitting in the waiting room, head in his hands, a shadow looms over him, and Sam´s heart skips a beat as the spectral form of Dean hugs the old hunter, with hands that don’t quite touch him.

-We meet again- a woman´s voice can be heard as Tessa appears on frame

-Hi, Tessa- Dean greets standing up with a hollow voice- Are you here to reap me?

-Not yet- she says- not for your like of trying apparently. Regretting your last choice?

-A little bit, yeah- Dean confesses- Is there an option now?

-No, that was almost a one-time deal, this time is out of both of our hands. But just out of curiosity would you have taken it if I had offered?

-Oh sweetie, I should have taken the out when I had the chance- Dean says, before a doctor enters the ER cutting the scene.

 Sam´s mind goes numb, he cant believe what just come out of Dean´s mouth, how could his brother think that everything would have been better if he was dead? Is there any wonder that they are here now if that happened right under their noses without noticing? He wants to go back to the moment where Dean appeared in his doorstep in Stanford. If he could have a do over, he wouldn’t even let Dean say hello before hugging him, he would have invited him to come in and he wouldn’t had let him go before he won a couple pounds, he would if he had the chance, too bad he is already out of chances.

John´s heart hurts something fierce watching his oldest, memories of a happy boy full of hope and opportunities fill his mind, what happen to the happy smiling boy that Dean used to be? When did John crush his son so badly that he destroyed him from the inside? Because it has to take a special kind of monster to do that, a monster he sees every time when he looks into a mirror. Not for the first time, John is thankful for Bobby, there is a tingle of jealousy too, but he shuts it down, he cant be jealous, he lost that right a long time ago.

 A beeping noise makes Sam and John pay attention to the screen, that is now showing a tired Bobby sitting next to Dean, who is laying on a hospital bed. Dean starts moving slightly before he opens his eyes. There is an air of disappointment and sadness in the air that knocks the air out of the Winchester´s lungs, is Dean really so disappointed that he lived? They are not sure they want to know the answer.

On the scene, Dean speaks, drawing Bobby´s attention

-Bobby…- Dean says- What?

-You are awake- Bobby answers, tone flat

-Yeah, I… how?- Dean asks, trying to move, only to find his arms restrained- And why am I tied?

-Jeez, I don’t know- Bobby says, anger lacing his tone- Might have been the fact that you decided put some new scars in your body and almost died

-Great- Dean mumbles- Cant even killed myself right- he adds with a low voice, but not low enough for Bobby not to here

-You fucking idjit!!- Bobby yells- Are you trying to kill me? Fucking hell, boy, do you have any idea how close you were?

-Bobby…-Dean says before Bobby interrupts

-No, it is my turn to talk, fucking hell, Dean, I have had some terrible phone calls in my years of hunting but nothing has been as bad as hearing my boy´s voice thanking me and telling me he is checking out as if he was talking about the water. What the hell were you expecting? That I fell asleep after that and go pick your body in the morning? How could you think anyone would be better with you gone? Are you that screwed in the head? Huh?

-Nobody needs a worthless fuck up in their lives- Dean responds, a single tear making his way down his cheek

-Who the fuck put that fucking idea in your head, boy?- Bobby asks with despair- You are not worthless nor a fuck up

-But I am a dirty cheap two cents whore- Dean responds dejectedly

-Balls, boy- Bobby swears- Please say something

-I don’t know what you want me to say- Dean answers- When can I leave this joint?

-You cant

-What do you mean I can?- Dean asks spooked

-It means the hospital after seeing what you did, plus your countless additions to your body and the fact that you are severely underweight decided to put you into a suicide watch. You have to stay 48 hours in here and afterwards you have two choices, either you check yourself into a clinic for 30 days or you come to my house where I can keep an eye on you until you convince me you wont off yourself the next time no one is watching. And before you choose, I would like you to remember that I am a hell of a hunter and I will drag your ass down to the clinic if you even think of escaping

-Seems to me like there is no much choice- Dean answers bitterly- I guess I will go with you

-Good choice- Bobby answers before they both fall into silence.

 The next couple of scenes play rapidly as they watch Dean goes into a state of numbness that almost borderlines in being catatonic. The Winchesters watch as Dean is finally released from the hospital, going back to Bobby´s house. They are horrified to watch hours of Dean sitting in the same place, without moving, Bobby practically having to force him into the kitchen so he can eat his meals, and then essentially force feed him until he at least cleared half of his plate. It is a terrible sight to see Dean so lifeless, like a puppet whose strings were cut.

 It finally ends on a scene where Dean is sitting at Bobby´s kitchen table staring at a wall, when Bobby drops something heavy in front of him, startling him. Dean turns his head around making a confuse noise, before Bobby says:

-That is a book, specifically a book that can help you pass your GED, so you can finish your essential education. Since apparently you seem to think that you are dumb as a rock, I figure that this could prove you that you aren’t and also gives you the opportunity to have something to do, instead of staring at my walls- Bobby finishes before exiting the kitchen.

Dean keeps staring at the space Bobby vacated for a few minutes, before hesitantly grabbing the book.

 The scene ends with a somehow hopeful tone, but for the Winchesters it tastes bittersweet, Dean might have been saved for the moment being, but they know that it didn’t last, and that is a tough pill to swallow.

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Left her behind

Lucifer x Angel Wife Reader

Synopsis: Lucifer left you behind to rule hell and have lilith so you were behind cleaning up your broken piece

Your wings were bigger than your body but your heart was bigger than your wings. You were an archangel helping your god important plans for mankind. Your husband Lucifer was a Seraphim and you always wonder how you two ever gotten married.

An Archangel and a Seraphim what an unexpected pair, isn’t it?

As you were talking to a human Adam about what god had told you to tell him. A bad feeling was upon you as you excused yourself to go back to heaven to find your husband.

An hour had gone by and you still couldn’t find him til you saw Lilith and you husband kissing. You were shocked and upset until god touched your shoulder ushering back into heaven saying he’ll handle it. Of course you couldn’t question someone you absolutely trust so you flew up with tears hurriedly to go find Gabriel and Michael.

That’s when you found out your husband has been banished with everyone else who betrayed God and heaven.

They were sent to hell as Lucifer as the leader of it and Lilith as queen. You sobbed so loudly make Gabriel hushed you quietly as he sway you left and right to get you to calm yourself.

Michael came back in with some ice cream with a sad smile. “Let forget about your ex husband my little Beauty” And you agreed. That was centuries ago and during that time you found out Lucifer had a daughter which made you completely forget about him focusing about your home more importantly.

Today was your birthday and you had to go to a meeting about the extermination in hell.

Back in hell after getting a meeting to heaven he told his daughter an important story.

“Over a century ago there was these two angels one in a lower class and another in a higher class they loved each nonetheless. Married in heaven but soon the married man became regrettably enchanted with a human bringing her with him to his chaos but leaving his heart where heaven was at” Lucifer explained

“Y-You left your real wife, dad?” She asked him shock and sadness looking at the sky.

“Sadly so, she was supposed to be your mom” He chuckled as tears slipped out his eyes. The amount of times he goes over to see you but you never reciprocate breaks his heart.

He still wears his gold wedding ring from the day he married you and he can never forget that day.

“Don’t worry charlie i’ll win her back no matter the cost and I’ll bring her here to hell for her to rule with me” He reassured her with determination. They both look up to the sky to see a rare white star down at hell.

Alternative ending

Regular ending